Like life the mirror has two shadows
Like life we’ve been listening to records
In a soundproof booth
Like life our luggage landed
In some war-torn paradise
Where each of our dainties was paraded
Around and mocked by men with machine guns
Like life each witness remembers
Something contradictory
Like life we collapse in the street
Like life the blind man sees the blues
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
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